Bit the bullet yesterday and realized that even if I plan on losing weight -- which I do ... eventually -- wearing a bra that's too small in the cup size? Not hot. So, went to Kohls and got a lovely taupe Maidenform that boosts and, more importantly, COVERS the girls, yet doesn't look like something Mother wears. Huzzah, yo.

The rest of the weekend was pretty much spent either working all day Saturday (with a trip to Customs in between to pick up my pomegranate and pear oil and a housewarming gift for a coworker) and running errands with Greta, who I wanted to strangle by the end of the night. See, Greta's one of those who gets something in her head and doesn't let go of it easily. Par example, tonight we were scanning in old family photos so that she could send them to her sister. She'd scanned something previously and adjusted the sharpness on it, which I'm sure worked fine -- for the one photo. But then when we went to scan in the rest of them, the ONLY way to correct them was to sharpen them, not any other tricks because, well, she'd sharpened the ONE and it worked fine. At one point, she grabbed the mouse out of my hand, and I stormed out of the room like, "Oh. my. GOD. I'm in NEWSPAPERS. I've worked on publications where we've had to do layout BY FREAKIN' HAND. Shut up and let me do what I need to do." Well, everything's fine, and she even learned a thing or two about gerry-rigging photos that have been through the mill.

Oh, and for those starting their holiday shopping, I'm going to be putting on eBay a set of blown-glass candlesticks that no longer fit with the vibe of the crib. I no longer have the artist's tag for them (bought them, like, two years ago), but they were crafted by a Kentucky artist. They're pink and sage green, and they're shaped like lillies, but they twist around each other. They're very pretty -- I'm just sick of them. I'm going to put a "Buy it now" price of $65 on them, which is what I paid, but if anyone's interested, drop me a line, and I'll show you a photo before I do it.

Now hold on thar, Ms. Myllisann—I SAW your entry for the Boobiethon, and just where do you think you’re going to lose weight when you’re SOOOOO totally boobs-on-a-stick, making me jealous!?!? You’re GOR-jus.

It is the job of a good person to be honest. To be self-aware. To deliberately explore the fault lines of your character and try desperately to not inflict suffering in this strange, ghost-ridden world of worked and fabricated objects. Sometimes the jobs of writer and good person coincide. But more often they don’t. There are way more writers in the world than there are good people.

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